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Cali Chronic Lyrics

Cali Chronic

[huddy combs]Yo, when I roll you know the cats be outSo you cowards got no choice but to rat me outI call in from the pen to try to see what that be 'boutCuz I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

[blinky blink]Hud, stay on the low, pop two copsThug, against all odds, like tupacI'm caked up, dog-tired from jacobPlatinum, reach for it then wake up

[huddy]For top dollar yo, I squeeze my triggerAnd lord knows, I'll lead this niggaCuz I'm down for whateverMatter of fact, I'm down for the cheddarTry to clown and get yo' ass layed down forever

[blink]Niggas hate to see a g come upYoung niggas that run up get gun upThat's the real, seen the nigga pass the steelEven wink and yo' ass get killed, all out

[meeno]1 - this is for the know-knottersSix-fo' riders, all them ones are lowridersAll weed smokers, olde e sippersAll dead homies, and o.g. nigga'sThrow it up

This is for the know-knottersSix-fo' riders, all them ones are lowridersWhether blued out or flamed outMask on, ridin' with them big things outYay a yayyy

[meeno]Light up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the untouchable brotha that's in front of youHarlem usa be the place that I come fromTwenty-ninth and lenox be that place I get the guns fromVacant lots be the route that we used to run fromThirty-second precinct until jackie caught the dum-dumIt's hot now, cops now, all out gotta eatClose food shop down, send them across the streetMy force overheat cuz the cause is cheapReminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the streetsDos bruce, lb and even stevie dPour some liquor out and throw it up for a gNrb, be the click they claim to beSo if worse come to worse, do the same for me

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[loon]Now, we drink colt '45, tote 45'sSmoke 'til we high, loc til' we dieGot locked up in crenshawSomebody said, 'foo, what you in for? !'Jail mental', named wendelDid 15, and got about 10 moreOh, he was silent than brailleIn '83 was the first with hydraulicsCaught his first bid dealin' with narcoticsAnd had daytons and always kept 'em polishedYou taught me about khakis and converseAnd if a foo' try to move then you ball first, feel me? But now I'm stackin' my gripBack in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wristBut one time never sleep on itI went from harlem to la fool, so speak on it